Coming Home

When I come home will it be the same
Will I see them, will they know my name
The streets I grew on will they look the same
Will it be what I’m waiting for
And when I left did we say goodbye
Did I disappoint you, did I make you cry
Well if I have, I didn’t try
Have my wrongs past me by
I can picture the trees passing by at our sides as we drive
And I will follow that river down that old road and I’ll know
I’m coming home
When I hold you will it be the same
When I kiss you will it feel the same
And if it doesn’t who are we to blame
Will I be what you’re waiting for